Chapter 1290: Chapter 1290: Picking Up Things from the Trash Again Chapter 1290: Chapter 1290: Picking Up Things from the Trash Again Damn it!
Why was he so angry?
Why was his anger so intense that he wished he could drag that man out and beat him up?
Why did his chest feel as though it had been punched, his irritability like he couldn’t breathe?
Baron Lawrence clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hand protruding.
He had never imagined he would encounter that woman here again, let alone that—she actually had a boyfriend!
“Lord?” The person accompanying him for the social engagent saw that he had gone out and had not co back in, and couldn’t help but run out, only to discover that he hadn’t gone to the restroom at all and was incessantly staring at the main entrance.
Following Baron Lawrence’s gaze towards the main entrance, aside from the waitstaff, he saw nothing.
He imdiately furrowed his brows, confusedly asking, “Lord, aren’t you going in?”
Baron Lawrence’s deep hawk-like eyes were unfathomably dark, his countenance morose to an extre, as if desperately suppressing sothing. Without even a glance at the person beside him, he let out an irritated growl, “Scram!”
The man was frightened to the bone by his single word “scram,” not understanding what he had done to upset such an important figure, but he didn’t dare say a word more and slinked back in with his tail between his legs…
Once he left, the corridor quieted down again.
The sharply defined contours seed to push against the storm-like cold air, his gaze becoming intense, and the icicles in them appeared as if they were about to devour soone, fiercely glaring at the understated Bentley at the entrance as though he could see through the tightly closed windows to the person sitting inside…
Suddenly.
“Shit!” He angrily punched the wall, his face taut as he turned and walked away.
What the hell was he doing?
She was just a woman he had seen once, so why was he angry?
With his status, was it worth getting upset over a woman he barely knew? Ridiculous!
He must have drunk too much tonight!
It must have been the low quality of the red wine that caused his chest discomfort and consequently his foul mood! It definitely couldn’t be related to that woman!
Absolutely impossible!
Baron Lawrence walked on, tearing off his tie. Initially, he wanted to discard the suffocating tie that seed to make breathing difficult, but as he was about to throw it into the trash, he suddenly saw the tie clip on it.
That tie clip…
Baron Lawrence’s heart constricted violently as if starved of blood!
His brows knit together as if they could crush a fly, staring at it as if it were an object of deep hatred, which attracted the attention of quite a few waitstaff.
“Young Master Lawrence, is there anything I can assist you with?” One of the waitstaff, who was closest, imdiately rushed over and respectfully inquired.
Baron Lawrence did not even acknowledge him, his brows furrowed and eyes brooding as he glared for a while, and then he did sothing unexpected—he actually walked over to the trash can, bent down, and picked up the tie he had thrown away!
Not only did he pick it up, but he also took it with him!
The waitstaff looked as if they had seen a ghost, completely stunned, before turning stiffly to ask soone beside them, “I’m not seeing things, right? Young Master Lawrence just picked up his tie, didn’t he?”
“No, no, what I saw was the sa as you.”
“But Young Master Lawrence has mysophobia…” Even the utensils he used for eating were a specific set, and he never touched anything others had handled, let alone picking up sothing thrown away in a dirty trash can. For soone with mysophobia, that was undoubtedly a life-threatening action! The waitstaff couldn’t help but murmur, “Could that tie have special significance?”
Alas, no one answered him.
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